At midnight, a group hurried out of Mo Yun City.
Ten cultivators from the Xuanfeng Department, Old Butler Chou Yin, Mo Xingzhi, and the cultivators he had brought along formed a great, bustling crowd.
Mo Xingzhi looked displeased, because his Cousin had joined the group too, carrying a compass and acting as if he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Why wouldn't you just stay at the inn and get some sleep? What are you following us for?"
His Cousin fiddled with the compass and replied, "I know more about this thing than you do. If I don't come along, what if you don't know how to use it?"
Mo Xingzhi's face darkened at that. Once assembled, the compass had only one switch. Turn it on, and the needle would move on its own.
Whenever it came near a place with spiritual energy, the needle would start to point toward it. Even a child could operate it. This was clearly just an excuse to tag along for the excitement.
"Then give the compass to your cousins and stay by my side. With your meager cultivation, you shouldn't be getting involved in this."
Mo Xingzhi said with a dark expression.
A few of his cousins had already reached out to take it, but his Cousin naturally refused. He hurriedly guarded the compass and retreated a few steps, shaking his head. "I designed this thing. I'm coming too."
Mo Xingzhi was so exasperated that he could only turn to Chou Yin and sigh. "Then, Old Chou, sorry for the trouble. Please keep an eye on him!"
With his Cousin's temperament, it wouldn't be safe to leave him with Mo Xingzhi. He could only rely on Chou Yin to protect him.
When Hanyu woke up, he found the inn deserted. The Mo Family's